” “Every one hasn’t the Gift. While this was going on, Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. “I think that’s the right name. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace.
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